"In the future, you'll understand. Just trust me. I will never let anyone harm you, including myself."
Wen Xiao'ai hesitated.
She really didn't want to go back, didn't want to marry Ye Qi, but...
"Can you really protect Jun Moyan for me?"
Nie Jiuque tightened the hand over his chest once again, lips under the mask pressed together, still stained with blood.
He looked at Wen Xiao'ai for a long while before nodding his heavy head a bit listlessly, and uttered one word:
"...Yes."
"What about my clansmen..."
"I assure you, they will not be harmed. I will also inform them that you are safe so they can rest at ease."
"What's your purpose in doing this? Aren't you looking for the Immortal Shang Ying? Why waste time on people who don't matter? Are you not concerned about her anymore?"
"No, I have already found her. It's just that there are still some things I need to do. Wait for me for a while, and then you'll understand everything."
"..."
Wen Xiao'ai lowered her gaze, silent.
